This is my first Glee Fan-Fic so please be nice. I would love to hear your reviews and ideas. This takes place in Season Two, before the Nationals in New York.

Kurt smiled at himself in the mirror as he brushed his hair. Kurt Hummel, you look fabulous. He thought to himself as he put his brush down. He looked around at his new room. Sure, it wasn't his old basement that he had designed, but it was nice. They had to move in to a new house since the Hummels and the Hudsons became one family. The two bedroom house that Kurt was living in with his father was not cutting it.

He walked down the stairs into the kitchen. Carole, his step-mother, was setting plates for everyone. Finn was already sitting down. He shot Kurt a smile. Carole looked up at Kurt and also smiled at him.

"I made you an omelet, egg whites only with tomatoes and onions, the way you like it" She said as she set the breakfast onto the table. Kurt sat down, saying "Thank you." He went to take a bite of his meal, which looked absolutely delicious, but heard a phone slam down. Kurt looked up to see his dad walking into the kitchen, his face contorted in anger.

"Another person calling me to let me know that my son is a fucking fag," Burt said in anger. Kurt looked at his father sympathetically. Kurt was used to being called names, but Burt was not. The number of calls had only increased since Kurt was voted prom queen, as an insensitive joke.

"Dad, please don't worry about it." Kurt said, going back to his omelet.

"No! I get at least two of these every week now! I know that you are your own person, but couldn't you at least not be so…" Burt trailed off, his voice laced with anger.

"What dad? What? Not so GAY?" Kurt asked, the hurt in his voice very apparent. Finn had stopped paying attention to his breakfast and was now paying attention to the feud.

"I never said that! It's just… you make a spectacle of yourself as if you want the attention!" Burt fumed. Kurt looked shocked at the accusation. Tears started to peak at the corner of his eyes.

"Yes dad. That is what I want. I ENJOY being bullied at school. I RELISH in the fact that you are embarrassed by me!" bellowed Kurt, tears now running fast and hard.

"Kurt! I never said that and you," Burt yelled, but was cut off mid-sentence.

"You don't have to say it, dad. I know! I know that you cannot even hold a conversation with me! You think I don't realize that you wish I was more like Finn! All American, football playing, girl loving, man!" Kurt cried, storming out, leaving half of the omelet unfinished.

Burt looked shocked as Kurt slammed the front door. A car engine cranked up, and Carole knew that Kurt would be going to school early. Finn was taken aback by Kurt's comment. Sure, he knew that he got along well with Burt. Yeah, they went to baseball games together once or twice, but that didn't meant that Burt didn't love his own son, did it?

"I can't do anything right for him…" Burt sighed, giving Carole a kiss on the cheek. "I'm going to work. I love you," He said to Carole, placing his hand on Finn's shoulder for a moment as he walked out the door.

Kurt sat in his car, Gaga playing loudly through his speakers, trying to drown out his muffled cries. I am never good enough for him, Kurt though, gripping the steering wheel till his knuckles were white. Never enough, he repeated in his head as he reached McKinley High.

He stepped out of his car, his white pants tight against his legs as he walked into the school. He passed all of the regular faces, but chose to ignore them. This was not a good day for Kurt Hummel.

The day was dragging on impossibly slow. All Kurt wanted was for this day to end. In his first three classes, he did nothing but stare at the clock, ticking on ever so slowly. Finn had tried to talk to him in the hall between classes. Kurt was looking in his locker when Finn touched his arm.

"Kurt, is everything okay?" Finn asked, worried. The moment that Kurt had left, Finn could not think of anything else.

"Finn just…just leave me alone," Kurt said, shrugging Finn's hand off him. Finn went to pursue the conversation but Kurt was already heading off to lunch.

Kurt was walking to the cafeteria, but before he got there, he headed to the bathroom. He went toward the first stall. After a moment of privacy, he zipped his pants back up and went to wash his hands. He looked in the mirror and noticed his worst enemy: David Karofsky.

"Twinkle toes, I really don't like what you tried to pull at prom," Karofsky said, his usual Letterman jacket stained from what could have possibly been chili.

"And what was that? Trying to get you to come out?" Kurt asked calmly.

"Rigging the votes so you could have a dance with me," Karofsky accused. "Just because you are a faggot, doesn't mean you have to pull everyone into your gay vortex."

"Are you kidding me?" Kurt asked, astounded. "I had nothing to do with the ignoramuses at this school voting me for prom queen. And frankly, I did nothing to bring you into whatever kind of gay storm you're talking about. You seem pretty interested in guys without me doing anything."

Kurt would regret his statement. Karofsky looked at Kurt with hatred and hit him right in the stomach. Kurt lurched forward, surprised and in pain.

"Never say ANYTHING like that again!" David said as he grabbed Kurt by his shirt and threw him against the wall, hitting his head against the cold cement. Karofsky left immediately, but Kurt sat there. His back was pressed against the wall and his face was red. He was crying like he had never cried before.

"Why?" He cried out, his face buried in his knees. I can't be a good son to my dad, I can't stand the people at my school. I'm nothing. I'm no one. All of these thoughts filled Kurt's head, until despair took over.

He picked up his bag and walked out of school. He had never skipped school before, but now was a good time. He walked to his car and turned it on, heading for his house.